10-01-2013, 12:06 PM
Jensen paled like he were about to throw up, but it had nothing to do with alcohol. Maybe a little bit to do with alcohol. No more vodka. For at least an hour. That sounded like a reasonable span of time, but he wasn't an expert at such things.
One hand slapped to the bar, and he steadied himself, head swimming on the shores of panic-island. The young lady recognized him. He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut completely unable to look her in the eye. It was bound to happen eventually, but he hadn't expected recognition from someone so young. It meant she'd seen the video; she must have been a teenager when it hit the internet. How profoundly the youth of the world needed guidance, grace, and peace. His heart ached that he couldn't be the one to give that to them. Instead, he was worse than all of their profanity, disrespect, violence, and idolatry combined.
He licked his lips and cautiously met Tony's eye. He hadn't seemed to pick up on the girl's innuendo, and for that, Jensen said a silent prayer of thanks. Yes, thank you God for not allowing the sin I can't confess from coming to light. Such a hypocrite.
He dug some money from his jacket and left an uncounted amount as payment. It was enough to cover the bill, tip, and then some, and he didn't care how much it was.
He quietly thanked the girl while zipping up his jacket and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Thank you for..." ...not crushing my soul. ...Not calling me 'cowboy'... Not calling the press, or a dozen other choices she might have made, but he couldn't bring himself to say any more.
He managed to avoid meeting her eye to eye and followed Tony outside.
One hand slapped to the bar, and he steadied himself, head swimming on the shores of panic-island. The young lady recognized him. He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut completely unable to look her in the eye. It was bound to happen eventually, but he hadn't expected recognition from someone so young. It meant she'd seen the video; she must have been a teenager when it hit the internet. How profoundly the youth of the world needed guidance, grace, and peace. His heart ached that he couldn't be the one to give that to them. Instead, he was worse than all of their profanity, disrespect, violence, and idolatry combined.
He licked his lips and cautiously met Tony's eye. He hadn't seemed to pick up on the girl's innuendo, and for that, Jensen said a silent prayer of thanks. Yes, thank you God for not allowing the sin I can't confess from coming to light. Such a hypocrite.
He dug some money from his jacket and left an uncounted amount as payment. It was enough to cover the bill, tip, and then some, and he didn't care how much it was.
He quietly thanked the girl while zipping up his jacket and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Thank you for..." ...not crushing my soul. ...Not calling me 'cowboy'... Not calling the press, or a dozen other choices she might have made, but he couldn't bring himself to say any more.
He managed to avoid meeting her eye to eye and followed Tony outside.